As any smart woman knows, playing by the rules of a male-dominated world will only get you so far. Nice girls - finish last.
You believe i am more than satisfied being a girl who behaves badly. That my morals are questionable, and my attitude needs adjusting. The truth is, I think it's entirely possible to rule the world while wearing a pretty dress and stilettos.
I'm getting awful sick of drippy chicks in love with the fantasy of macho heroes. Women who get kidnapped and need saving from some villain. There are far too many extraordinarily thick-headed girls going out alone and unarmed in the middle of the night to investigate weird chainsaw noises coming from the abandoned farmhouse by the old cemetery, knowing perfectly well that a crazed serial killer is on the loose. Without bothering to tell anyone where they're going.
Apart from needing to be rescued, these chicks are so unnecessary, there presence seems mainly designed to prove that despite all the so called Hero's male bonding, he's still 100% heterosexual.
How much time can these guys spend pumping iron in the gym with their buddies, checking out each other's muscles, and still maintain they're straight?
On the flip side:
The more metro sexual men become, the less they man up. And then they're shocked when they feel emasculated when they notice that their damsel wasn't so helpless afterall, and took care if business on her own, once she was sick of waiting for him to give a damn. (let's face it, a girl can only wait so long.) She's tougher than you expected yet still soft enough to be moved by a sweet man...
So welcome to the game. A skilled balance between beauty and brains.
You will be intoxicated, it will be complicated.
Don't analyze it. Don't try to figure it out. Just shut up and take it, like the big tough man you are. And don't worry, in the end you'll still be the hero in the spotlight. Because behind every great man....
You believe i am more than satisfied being a girl who behaves badly. That my morals are questionable, and my attitude needs adjusting. The truth is, I think it's entirely possible to rule the world while wearing a pretty dress and stilettos.
I'm getting awful sick of drippy chicks in love with the fantasy of macho heroes. Women who get kidnapped and need saving from some villain. There are far too many extraordinarily thick-headed girls going out alone and unarmed in the middle of the night to investigate weird chainsaw noises coming from the abandoned farmhouse by the old cemetery, knowing perfectly well that a crazed serial killer is on the loose. Without bothering to tell anyone where they're going.
Apart from needing to be rescued, these chicks are so unnecessary, there presence seems mainly designed to prove that despite all the so called Hero's male bonding, he's still 100% heterosexual.
How much time can these guys spend pumping iron in the gym with their buddies, checking out each other's muscles, and still maintain they're straight?
On the flip side:
The more metro sexual men become, the less they man up. And then they're shocked when they feel emasculated when they notice that their damsel wasn't so helpless afterall, and took care if business on her own, once she was sick of waiting for him to give a damn. (let's face it, a girl can only wait so long.) She's tougher than you expected yet still soft enough to be moved by a sweet man...
So welcome to the game. A skilled balance between beauty and brains.
You will be intoxicated, it will be complicated.
Don't analyze it. Don't try to figure it out. Just shut up and take it, like the big tough man you are. And don't worry, in the end you'll still be the hero in the spotlight. Because behind every great man....
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